Traxin applied more pressure to the steering column as the ship’s vibration increased to an incessant shuddering which made his gray head rattle on the end of his long ringed neck. “I hate this place. It smells and there are too many life forms creating constant turbulence.” He stared through the small portal at the menacing bright-colored shapes and swerved around the erratic entities.

“Whoa. Babe! It’s time! 10, 9, 8. What the Hell?” John swatted at the moving object and sent it spiraling into space.

The illuminated colored ball fell as shouts rang out across the square.

“Happy New Year!”

If you look carefully, you will see Traxin fly across the screen!